June 14, 2024
The Israelis usually make their abduction raids at
night, when the streets are empty and their targets are sleeping. The raid on
Nuseirat took place in mid-day at a refugee camp, when the roads and markets
were packed with civilians, when children were playing, women doing their
shopping, and old men drinking their tea.
Some of the Israelis came dressed as Palestinians,
speaking Arabic, and looking like refugees. Some came concealed in civilian
trucks. Others hovered above in Apache attack helicopters, waiting to strike.
The nearby Al-Aqsa Hospital was already overflowing
with patients from the airstrikes of the previous few days, before it began
receiving the wounded and maimed from the bloodiest day yet of Israel’s assault
on Gaza. Al-Aqsa was already short on supplies, running low on drugs, water and
power. The hospital’s hallways were already filled with moaning, bandaged
patients, recovering from wounds and surgeries without painkillers. The staff
was already overworked, tired and stressed out, when they heard the first
explosions around 11 in the morning.
Dozens of airstrikes were followed by volleys of
small arms gunfire and rocket-propelled grenades. Some explosions seemed very
close to the hospital. Someone said the IDF had called the hospital minutes
before and warned the staff to evacuate because it too was a target. But the
nurses and the doctors wouldn’t leave their patients. Maybe it was
disinformation or just another rumor of a hellish war.
Helicopters hovered overhead. Quadcopter drones
darted in and out firing machine guns at the crowded streets. There was the
unmistakable growl of tanks. The camp was surrounded. There was no way to flee.
No air raid shelters to huddle in. No way out.
Then the calls came for help, soon followed by the
wounded, the burnt, the dying and the dead. The bodies of children and women,
the old and young, shredded by shrapnel, riven with bullets, some with severed
limbs and others with perforated eyes.
“There were children everywhere, there were women,
there were men,” said Karin Huster, who was working at Al-Aqsa with Médecins
Sans Frontières. “We had the gamut of war wounds, trauma wounds, from
amputations to eviscerations to trauma, to TBIs, traumatic brain injuries.
Fractures, obviously, big burns. Kids completely grey or white from the shock,
burnt, screaming for their parents — many of them not screaming because they
are in shock.”
The tempo of the attack increased. The bombings and
the gunfire and the tanks and the helicopters. The frenzied sounds of a war
machine at full-throttle. For thirty minutes it went on. For an hour. For an
hour and a half. It seemed interminable for those seeking shelter on the
ground, cowering in buildings and the hospital. And then it was over, finally.
And there were only the cries for help from the shattered streets and collapsed
buildings. The cries of parents carrying dead children in their arms, the cries
of children looking at the gutted bodies of their parents.
What had just happened? Why had this refugee camp at
Nusierat, home of so many homeless people, so many Palestinian families who had
been displaced by bombs time and time again, come under such a savage sustained
attack from the air and the ground, an attack that destroyed 90 homes and
apartment buildings? An attack of such fury that it left the streets scattered
with severed arms and legs, the bodies of children and their mothers and
grandfathers left to bleed out in the marketplace that seemed to be a target of
the attack. What could possibly justify this slaughter, this killing, this
destruction that one Palestinian refugee in Nuseirat said felt like “Doomsday”?
When the Israelis finally left, they took four
people with them, four hostages who had been rescued by Israeli commandos and
evacuated in helicopters that were stationed at or near Biden’s hapless
“humanitarian” pier that had, coincidentally or not, just been reassembled and
re-moored to the beach in central Gaza, after breaking apart in high seas last
month.
When the Israelis finally left with the four rescued
hostages, who’d been captured by Hamas on October 7 while attending the Nova
rave just outside the Israeli security fence that pens in and isolates northern
Gaza, they left behind 274 dead Palestinians, including 64 children and 57
women. They left behind 700 wounded, many in critical condition, many of whom
seem likely to die in the coming days and weeks.
The great rescue mission turned into the worst
massacre to date in Israel’s genocidal war on Gaza, leaving the streets of
Nuseirat, in the words of Abu Asi, “halls of blood.” Everyone on the streets
and inside the buildings of Nuseirat was a target that day. The gunfire and
airstrikes were indiscriminate. Then entire camp was a kill zone.
Nuseirat’s narrow streets were cratered, so clotted
with rubble and bodies that ambulances couldn’t reach the victims, many of whom
were wheeled to the hospital in hand carts and wagons. Many more were left to
die on the streets from treatable wounds.
“Aircraft struck dozens of military targets for the
success of the operation,” the IDF brayed afterward. “Hamas, in a very cruel
and cynical way, is holding hostages inside civilian buildings.”
The attack came without warning. It came in one of
the most densely populated camps in Gaza. The commandos came in disguise, one
group in a truck filled with beds and furniture, as if to mock the very
refugees they were about to slaughter. This is a war crime. The crime of
perfidy, an act of treacherous deception in which one side promises to act in
good faith with the intention of breaking that promise once they encounter
their enemy. There’s a reason soldiers wear uniforms in combat situations. It’s
to protect civilians.
The Israelis said they came at mid-day as an element
of surprise. But their own history of raids in Gaza and elsewhere says they
usually come at night. This rescue operation was different. This rescue
operation in broad daylight was designed to kill. To kill as many as possible,
no matter who they were or what they were doing. To kill kids kicking soccer
balls, young women standing in line at the bakery, and old men carrying bags of
flour and rice. It even killed hostages.
“We inform you that in exchange for these, your army
killed three prisoners in the same camp, one of whom held American
citizenship,” the military wing of Hamas announced in a video released
following the attack.
The Americans knew. The Americans helped. Did the
CIA or Pentagon help with the targeting? It hardly matters. The Americans
provided the bombs, the helicopters, the fighter jets, the bullets and the tank
shells. The Americans watched the attack unfold. They watched from Biden’s
pier. They watched from drones. They watched as the streets filled with blood,
bodies and limbs. Afterward, the Americans praised the rescue operation and
said nothing about the dead Palestinian children and women. Nothing about the amputees
and the eviscerated. Nothing about the three hostages who were also apparently
killed in the Israeli attack, including an American citizen.
The Biden administration’s complicity in the
Nuseirat mass slaughter shatters the last pretense of American diplomacy in the
Middle East. It’s a sinister calculus that justifies killing and wounding 1000
people to rescue four–four people who could have been released through a
ceasefire, a ceasefire the Biden administration claims it wanted to broker.
The massacre at Nuseirat made clear once more that
some lives are worth more than others. And to the Israelis and their American
allies, at least, Palestinian lives don’t seem to be worth anything at all.
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